Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance.

Offered a thrilling new job, Rebecca flees her tormented past, putting as much distance between herself and her ex-lover, wanting a fresh beginning in a foreign city.

On the airplane she meets Alain, a dangerously handsome Frenchman, who seduces her with his charming European ways. But her new boss, super arrogant CEO, Maxwell Grant, doesn't like her entanglement with the Frenchman; he wants Rebecca to himself...

Rebecca hates her boss and tells him in so many words - a career limiting move if ever there was one...

Is Rebecca jumping from one hotter-than-hell fire into another? And will she finally find what she is looking for?

Jani has been married for a long time to a special man, and her two children and their partners are the sunshine in her life. She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book - always fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while and see through someone else's eyes.

Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.

Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves. Relationships and Happiness - arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).

Firebird
Trilogy Book 2: No RegretsComing
soon!! (End January 2014)Excerpt:“What’s
a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” His deep voice
matched his muscular body.I
lifted a brow, an amused smile spreading across my face. Seriously?
That
was the oldest pick up line in the book. Even I knew that. “You
really want an answer to that?” I shoved my empty glass toward him.
“Only
if you really want to tell me.” The emphasis on the word ‘really’
sounded strange in his heavy German accent. “But
otherwise, if you just want to talk to me about the weather, that’s
fine too.” He grinned.I
came to the bar for a drink, to drown my sorrows. Not to pick up men.
“I
don’t really care for the weather.” I smirked.“So
I see.” His blue eyes glistened as I knocked back the third shot of
tequila he’d placed in front of me. I
squinted at his name badge. “Listen Kurt, I'm not here for therapy.
Save that for some other fool.”I
shifted the empty glass back over the counter. “Be a good boy and
fill her up again.” “That
will be your last tequila,” he said, one eyebrow raised.
“Responsible serving of alcohol.” He shrugged. “I would have to
take your keys away too if you were driving.”I
cursed under my breath. Can't a girl just get drunk in peace?“I'm
walking,” I said as I slung back the fourth tequila, pulling a face
as it burned down my throat. “Good
luck with that.” He gave me a knowing smile that didn’t reach his
eyes. Been
there, Kurt? “What
can you serve me next?” I remained optimistic that I’d get
another drink out of the broad-shouldered barman. “How
about water?” he asked, sarcasm lacing his voice.“Water?”
I spluttered, “That’s for fish.”He
laughed. “Yes, and fish don’t have hangovers the next morning.”“Don’t
you worry about my hangover.” Who
is he – my father?“I
can offer you a glass of white wine if you promise to drink it slowly
–” His expression was deadly serious.I
cringed. Wine was the last fucking thing I wanted. It reminded me of
a Frenchman I wanted to forget. Of our times together. “No
wine.” I pouted like a spoilt brat.“OK,
I’ll make you my special concoction. You’ll love it.” He
reached for the shaker on the counter. This looked promising. “As
long as it has hard liquor in it.” Was I slurring ever so slightly?
Taking
a few bottles from the shelf, he poured some of each into the
shaker. I watched as he carefully measured one shot of vodka.“That’s
all the alcohol I get? You’re mean.” I wrinkled my nose. How was
I going to get wasted if he wouldn’t give me more alcohol? “You
will thank me in the morning.”“I
doubt it.” I took a sip, detecting cranberry juice. Healthy too.
What the hell. This is a bar, not a frigging health club. “I
can't give you another one for a while, so go slow –”He
left me to nurse my drink. Men! I rolled my eyes. They were all the
same. Controlling – always telling me what to do. Screw
that. The
next guy I hooked up with would be on my terms. I’d be the one in
control. I’d had my fucking heart broken one too many times. I was
well and truly over serious relationships.I
stared into my glass. This ‘falling in love thing’ was just not
for me. Maybe I was destined to be alone. There was a word for that.
Spinster. At the ripe old age of twenty nine. ‘Old maid’ was what
my mother would call it. She’d be disappointed if I didn’t
produce the statistical 2.6 grandchildren she was looking forward
too. Oh well, she had Chloe and Lily, my younger sisters to provide
the grandma experience. Count
me out of this one. Fuck all men. I
grimaced as I finished the last of my drink and stared at my empty
glass with longing. Kurt had said to go slow. Damn.

I
decided there was too much sex - lol. Also I had written the book in
present tense initially and then changed the whole 70 thousand word
document to past tense. Cray-cray!!I
feel his desire fire up again. Oh, hello Big Boy, that was a quick
recovery!“I
want you, Rebecca,” he moans in my ear, “I can’t get enough of
you!” I could tell. I feel his erection grow inside me. Slowly he
starts moving inside me again, all the time looking directly into my
eyes. This is SO intense, there is nowhere to hide. He possesses me
one hundred percent. His eyes bore into my soul, as if he is looking
for the answers there. I
respond by meeting his slow thrusts half way, pushing up at him
eagerly. Suddenly he flips me over and I was on top of him, riding
him. Now I was in control, I move faster, quickening the pace,
looking forward to that explosion again. I could feel him, even
deeper inside me than before. His hands cup my breasts and caress my
nipples. I want to feel his mouth on me so I lean forward so he could
take a full breast in his mouth. He gasps in surprise at my hunger
for him and obliges by sucking hard. I let out a deep moan of
pleasure and push as deep as I could go, his balls rubbing against me
as I thrust forward. “Oh
Alain!” I cry out as I start convulsing, shattering into a million
pieces as I come hard around him. “Rebecca!
Cherie!” he responds as he looks at my face and I thrust downward
as hard as I could, milking him with my orgasm so he had no choice
but to explode inside me again. He
tumbles me over again so I was crushed beneath his weight. “You are
mine!” He growls, “Remember that always!”This
time we are both spent, and we lie holding one another for a long
time. Then he gently picks my naked body up and carries me to the
master bedroom – to his bed. “Didn’t
worry sleepy head,” he said, “I will let you sleep. For now!””
he promises with a naughty grin. He places me in his bed, still
naked, and covers me gently with the duvet as he kissed my weary
eyelids. Then he gets into bed behind me – we are spooning, his
hand is holding mine. I drift to sleep with a smile on my face.

No one ever disappears completely...
You leave for work one morning. Another day in your normal life. Until you come home to discover that your boyfriend has gone.
His belongings have disappeared. He hasn't been at work for weeks. It's as if he never existed. But that's not possible, is it? And there is worse still to come. Because just as you are searching for him
someone is also watching you.

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